[Puff]	What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)
 Nobody wanna handle it
 [Puff]	AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
 [Puff]	What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)
 [Puff]	NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT
 [Puff]	What y'all wanna do hah? (2X)

 Verse One: Fat Joe

 Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
 Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face
 Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone
 That's word is bond on my moms
 That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
 Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle
 Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X)
 Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)
 Physical rap means we live the lyrics
 Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us
 We the realest you ever gon' see
 In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me
 Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah)
 Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe fear (that's right)
 Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
 Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)
 It's my city, and everything in it
 Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)
 We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
 That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

 Chorus: Puff Daddy

 What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
 Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
 Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
 I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana
 (repeat 2X)

 Verse Two: Fat Joe

 Yea, uh, yo
 You better slide or catch this homicide
 Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side
 Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
 Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)
 So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
 Player haters never wanna see my shine
 Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
 Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's
 Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
 or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs
 Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm)
 Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
 It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
 True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
 What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
 Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)

 Chorus 2X

 (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)
 Terror Squad, and Bad Boy
 Joey Crack, Big Pun
 I see you

 Can't sleep, ten deep
 Yea, uh-huh
 Adios to manana
 Terror Squad, what?
 Bad Boy, khanmean?
 Joey Crack, Big Pun
 I see you, I see you
 C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?
 Say what say what?
 Uh-huh

 I see you.. take that..
 Adios to manana